My Love With Her Crystal Stare

I have a lady, she is fair; her stare a crystal gaze

And why looking deep into her eyes would trap you in amaze

If milk and honey were under her tongue

I could see how her voice could sound so sweet

Sweet like a cherry fresh from the vine,

or a grape but her taste is far better then Wine

In the realm of beauty rare,

There dwells a lady, beyond compare,

Her gaze a crystal, pure and true,

Captivating all who dare to view.

Her eyes, a portal to a world untold,

A mesmerizing sight, a treasure to behold.

With every glance, a spell is cast,

Enchanting souls, holding them fast.

So if you chance upon her stare,

Prepare to be lost in wonder there,

For in her eyes, a magic lies,

That bewitches hearts and mystifies.

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